There are numerous transport options for a bride and groom on their big day. They can live the dream by going the horse and carriage mode, the original taxi cab... Or they can simply take off their shoes and walk across the road to a beach ceremony, as my son and his wife did in May. That's the beauty of Palm Cove, Far North Queensland.

Years ago on a Saturday afternoon I collected a bride in full regalia with her father and a bridesmaid. She was late, of course, but with the meter ticking who cares. They were headed to a park on the cliffs at South Bondi for a windswept ceremony thanks to blustery summer breeze.

Late last night I carried a bride, sans husband, home from the wedding reception in Centennial Park. My booking was for guests with a young baby. After some mucking around I got them loaded and strapped in only to spot the bride and groom wandering off into the dark, looking for a cab. We took the bride.

She sat up front, happy and tired and chatted with her friends. The bloke was absolutely stoked when I found his lost cuff link, a family heirloom, in the grass outside the restaurant. This plus setting up the baby seat for them landed me a twenty buck tip. Sweet.

And it was pretty strange having a brand new bride sitting next to me, shimmering in a strapless white gown and updating her Facebook page. That was a missed photo opportunity.

Posting is currently light due to a side project editing HD video footage. After years of knocking out short videos on the Nokia I decided it was time to get fair dinkum and move to a prosumer editor.

The only trouble is that despite running on a powerful new box this software still crashes. Sure, video editing is about the most intensive exercise a PC can undertake but still, a phone editor is more stable!?

Question: when was the last time new software was released bug-free after thorough testing, or is this now the role of the mug consumer? Sure seems like it, especially after Microsofts Vista fiasco. Feel free to chastise me for not getting a Mac. I have no excuses. Back next week.

After enduring a PC overhaul and upgrade last week I managed to wipe my entire email archive from the server. Only to learn the u beaut back-up drive doesn't automatically save certain email files!

Don't trust external back-up drives, they're evil.

So for anyone who has recently been in email contact and await a reply could you please re-send your addresses. Also my overseas buddies need to re-send their email details, too. It's been a tough week.

Over the weekend Habib got off a Brisbane train and slowly walked to the cab sucking on a cigarette whilst eyeballing me. I was playing with the phone but had seen him approach, a big bloke in grubby trackies with a sports bag over the shoulder.

From the back seat he thrust a crisp $100 bill at me, despite my protestations. “Take it, bro, take it. It’s a big job for you. Four stops.” I stuck it on the dash and headed for the south-western suburbs.

On the way he proceeded to make a series of phone calls to organise meetings. “I’m in a cab, bro. Yeah, where we met last time. Ten minutes, tops.” At times he broke into loud, abrasive Arabic, only to apologise after the call, “Sorry, bro. Some of these dickheads can’t speak English.”...

The weekend just gone in Sydney was, as they say, massive with four nights of full-tilt boogie. The weather was bleak, bitter or unbearable so I dressed for winter.

The chill didn’t deter hordes of revellers, though, descending on the City to celebrate...having Monday off work. I still don’t know why that is, despite asking many passengers about the holiday.

No matter. When a weekend of football finales, two major music festivals and the Spring Racing Carnival take the stage there’s something for everyone to easily get swept up by the festivities.

One venue, Parklife, had six or more stages where ravers could pick a music style, drop some LSD along with two doses of GHB and slowly die at a boyfriend’s feet. This happened to a passenger travelling home with friends at the end of the night.

The bloke sitting up front announced, “Fuck man, that dubstep stage had the sickest shit I heard all day. I came away from there thinking it couldn’t get any better. I just had the best day.”

Unfortunately his mate, the aforementioned boyfriend had a lousy day. He was busy trying to do the right thing with the girlfriend, managing her 'G drop' as she slowly succumbed to the overdose. The problem was that he too was ‘totally munted’ and could barely manage himself.

She was taken to the medical tent and he was searched by the police. They found enough to lock him up and throw away the keys, seriously. The medics put the girl on a stretcher and headed for an ambulance.

“When they did that,” she recounted, “I sat up and said, no way. I ain’t going to hospital. And the dude says, but you’re dying. And I’m like, I don’t care. You can arrest me if you want but I’m not going. So I got off and left.” And they all had a good laugh. It was that sort of day.

Warning: A recent study in Sydney showed that more than 50 percent of regular GHB users have overdosed and lost consciousness...GHB overdose is a serious medical emergency and requires urgent medical care.